Lazaretto
Beautiful Meltdown
Hello lovely, how have you been doing? Please understand that this beautiful meltdown is what I've been pursuing. Your decadent dissonance is what I've been missing, ever since you left me battered, derelict, and in remission.
A cascade of quintessential longing for an absence coalesces with my fondness of heart for your tenderness. For black days of brilliance dawned early upon my innocence. A thinly veiled darkness that strangles my penitence. And yet, an outline of loveliness peaks through the shadows, hauntingly elegant, as its whispers are kindled.
Shackled by regret, demure in my stature, and missing the soft lips which once had caressed me. Every sweet and lovely bitter regret, and the memories once stately and stalwart collapse. As the ruins of recompense line the catacombs of my life, the rubble is rising, as this peace masquerades as strife.
The wonder and worry do swirl about, as Jekyll confronts Hyde in a confusing state-of-doubt. Reason confronts the charlatan, that wretched Babylonian whore. As we shed the cacophonous misgiving of yesteryear's decorum.
And I have been shattered, and sifted completely, and left in a decrepit state which attracts rust. And yet, through it all, a bitter hope has been growing in my heart, as I slowly rise from the doldrums of dust.
A cascade of quintessential longing for an absence coalesces with my fondness of heart for your tenderness. For black days of brilliance dawned early upon my innocence. A thinly veiled darkness that strangles my penitence. And yet, an outline of loveliness peaks through the shadows, hauntingly elegant, as its whispers are kindled.
Shackled by regret, demure in my stature, and missing the soft lips which once had caressed me. Every sweet and lovely bitter regret, and the memories once stately and stalwart collapse. As the ruins of recompense line the catacombs of my life, the rubble is rising, as this peace masquerades as strife.
The wonder and worry do swirl about, as Jekyll confronts Hyde in a confusing state-of-doubt. Reason confronts the charlatan, that wretched Babylonian whore. As we shed the cacophonous misgiving of yesteryear's decorum.
And I have been shattered, and sifted completely, and left in a decrepit state which attracts rust. And yet, through it all, a bitter hope has been growing in my heart, as I slowly rise from the doldrums of dust.
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Beautiful Meltdown
Beautiful Meltdown
